A/N: This story is my first for the Mirandy Fin Frolics. This story has plagued me for a while. I found the time to do it on one of my many 300km round trips this week. Comments and Reviews are always vastly appreciated.
Card 5 - X gets a Penis.
Disclaimer: As always I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. They are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.
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Miranda had a secret, a very large one, that had her forcing her husband's into signing iron-clad NDA's and the usual prenups. She couldn't have her secret out there for the world to see. The world already knew her as various sobriquets, she could imagine the added cruelty of them should her secret come to light.
It was a secret that, especially today, tested Miranda's patience and self-control. As she'd entered her office that morning Andréa had met her at the door, with a large smile and Miranda had offered her usual appraisal. Swallowing audibly she had nodded once and tried to reel off her instructions for the day, but she was visibly distracted by the brunette.
Andréa's outfits seemed to get more daring daily, the skirts showing an expanse of toned leg and her blouses plunging in such a way that made Miranda want to dive right between those perfect breasts. It was like the young woman knew her deepest desires, knew what to wear to set her pulse racing and made her want to just forget every measure she had put into place to protect herself and her Bobbsey's.
She felt the twitch between her legs and had groaned internally, this was not the time nor the place for that part of her to misbehave. In her mind, she uttered her usual mantra. "Maggie Thatcher, Maggie Thatcher, Maggie Thatcher." It didn't work. She upped the ante. "Steven Tyler, Steven Tyler, Steven Tyler." Oh God, it still wasn't working. The image of Andréa entered her mind, wearing nothing but the latest La Perla lingerie, a garter belt and stockings. "Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Donald Trump." She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as the twitching eased and she could walk into her office without being embarrassed.
Moving to her desk she sat and looked up. She groaned quietly when Andréa followed her into the office and closed the door. "Did I ask for your presence Ahn-drey-ah? Don't let the door hit you on the way out. That's all." She flicked her hand dismissively.
She waited, wondering what the young woman was playing at, usually, she would have stuttered a brief apology and rushed away. This time she stalked towards her in her 5-inch Manolo Blahnik's and Miranda swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Andréa placed two hands on the desk and leaned forward, her cleavage at her eye level. "You didn't finish the day's instructions. You seem distracted, Miranda. Is there anything you need from me?" Those pouting lips had her mesmerised and Miranda couldn't stop her body's reaction to the teasing tone of the young woman's voice. Getting herself under control, she shook her head. "Are you sure?" She marked Andréa smirking knowingly.
"Th...that's all, Andréa." She stuttered out.
She watched as Andréa straightened up and turned on her heel. Turning her head she smiled widely. "Okaydokey." She walked away, her hips and ass swaying deliciously. "You know where I am if you need anything."
As the door closed behind Andréa, she let her head fall on the desk and breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close call. It was time for her to push Andréa into another department, or out of Runway entirely. Her urge for the young woman was becoming an inconvenience of epic proportions.
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Andy stalked to the Closet and found Nigel. He took in her outfit and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, Six. You look wonderful."
"Do you think so? I'm not too sure." She muttered.
She saw Nigel look at her intently. She saw him twirl his finger. "Turn." She did as he asked and as she faced him spotted his smile. "I want to know who you're dressing to impress, most of the guys here are as gay as a row of flaming pink flamingoes." His grin widened. "Is it Paul from editorial? He seems pretty enamoured."
"Married Paul? The one with four kids, prematurely balding, with that paunch? Fuck no! I wouldn't touch him with yours." She hissed, astonished that Nigel's mind had gone there.
"So who?" She looked at him and saw the curiosity shining in his eyes, she could trust him, couldn't she?
"Miranda." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't question her further. Luck was against her.
"What?" He screeched. She grimaced. "Our illustrious leader? You're fucking kidding right?" At the shake of her head, he roared for a few moments before getting himself under control. "Oh sweetie, you are in for a world of pain if you could even consider Miranda would let herself be with you in that way." Tears formed at his dismissal of her and he patted her arm reassuringly. "I'm not saying that to hurt you, Six. Miranda is an enigma. I mean look at those two husbands of hers. Both spineless assholes. They couldn't tame the dragon so what makes you think you could?"
"I see past all that bullshit, Nige, all those ridiculous nicknames aren't all she is. I see the woman behind the Dragon. I don't want to tame her or change her. I want to love her in a way she deserves." She stated softly. "I adore how ballsy she is. How she isn't scared to do what she does, better than most men in business, with more integrity and..." She trailed off as she felt the air shift around her and sighed, knowing Miranda was there. Nigel let out a small squeak and Andy turned to see Miranda looking at her contemplatively.
"Andréa, I need you to go to James Holt and pick up the design he has for the dress for the next benefit." Andy's shoulders slumped when Miranda's eyes flittered away from her to stare at Nigel coldly. "Nigel, my office." She watched as Miranda spun on her heel and made her way from the closet with Nigel scurrying rapidly after her.
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Miranda sat at her desk and looked at her oldest friend and confidante. "What do you think of taking Andréa under your wing in the art department?"
"She'd be better suited to the editorial team." Nigel's words startled her and she couldn't stop the biting words that let him understand she'd overheard every word.
"And have the married Paul fawning over her. No, I don't think so." Her statement had Nigel chuckling.
"Then I suppose if she has to move it will be my gain. She won't be happy though, Mira." She watched as Nigel searched her eyes. Seeing her feelings in them he nodded. "When will you tell her?"
"Today." She stated. "She's becoming a distraction I can no longer afford. Those skirts and blouses..." She trailed off and closed her eyes.
"You should just tell her." She flinched at the words spoken with gentleness.
"No, I cannot do that. I could not bear for her to look at me as if I was some kind of freak." Her words were whispered, her heartbreak clear. She had been astounded by Andréa's words, but she did not believe the strength of feelings would bypass the horror of what she was.
Thinking back, she had recognised early in life she differed from everyone else, her parents had always been distant, her sibling's cruel. It was in her teens she realised just how different she was, and it had caused her pain. She was bullied and belittled by her peers. Those were dark days, and she had run away at the first opportunity and never looked back. She had changed her name, she had started afresh, and she had worked her fingers to the bone to have a comfortable life. She was unwilling to rock the boat further in case it toppled her into stormy waters. Looking up she saw the concern in Nigel's eyes.
He shook his head gently. "I think you could trust her, but ultimately, it is your decision."
"That's all, Nigel." She stated softly. "Go, do your work."
"Yes, Miranda." His words had her chuckling. She knew he understood he had a special place in her heart, but it wouldn't do to show favouritism at Runway. As he stepped towards the door, she let herself whisper. "Thank you, Nigel."
"Anytime, Mira." She watched him turn to catch her eyes. "Promise me one thing, be gentle with our Six. Her heart is a wondrous thing, I would hate to see it break."
"So would I." She admitted.
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Andy returned to Runway with the designs and a searing hot Triple, Venti, No Foam Latte. The door to Miranda's office was closed and the second assistant, that had replaced Emily when she'd moved to Runway Paris, rolled her eyes and shrugged at her raised eyebrow. The silent question unanswered. She'd learned quickly not to question the editor.
Shaking her head, she entered Miranda's office silently. She caught a groan coming from the chair behind Miranda's desk and became concerned. Whatever was going on with the Editor sounded painful. Closing the door soundlessly behind her she stepped towards the desk and listened to the gentle huffs of breath and the occasional little moan.
Curiously she stepped towards the desk and placed the coffee and the design folder down on the desk. As she made to move silently away, she heard her name whimpered and her breath caught. Unable to stop herself, her feet took her to Miranda's side, looking down she was amazed at what she saw.
Her eyes widening, she took in the sight of Miranda, hair falling into her face and eyes closed. Her hand was between the folds of her unfastened trousers, jerking what seemed to be quite a large penis.
She could see the glistening tip, primed with pre-cum and bit her lip. The sight was remarkable, and she found her mouth suddenly dry and an ache was forming from deep within her. It was unexpected, yet thrilling. Falling softly to her knees, she observed as Miranda continued with a firm grip to move her hand, her hips jerking wildly as she let out a deep moan. Andy couldn't help but lean over her breath tickling the tip of Miranda's penis.
Looking up, she saw the moment Miranda's eyes blazed open and realised she was there. Seeing the pain and embarrassment filtering through the older woman's eyes she spoke gently. "So beautiful." She wanted to reassure Miranda, seeing the vulnerability expressed in the depth of blue, the fear of her censure. Bending her head further she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness and humming. Miranda groaned louder and her eyes fell closed. "Magnificent." She whispered loud enough to be heard.
She noticed as Miranda's hand stilled and tears fell unwillingly from her eyes. "Andréa, do not say things that cannot be true." Andy's eyes followed as Miranda tried to push herself back into her trousers, something she seemed to struggle with due to her extraordinary erection.
She placed her warm hand on Miranda's knee. "Don't tell me what is the truth. You don't know what I think or feel, but I could show you." She stated. Miranda jerked away from her warm touch but she persevered and moved between the older woman's legs. "You can say no, send me away, fire me..." She swallowed nervously. "...but I will keep this secret, I will take it to the grave, for no other reason than to save you whatever embarrassment you seem to be feeling right now. But to be honest, the only thing I want to do is to show you how amazing this is. How beautiful you are..." She bit her lip when Miranda looked down at her, her eyes unguarded. "...You can trust me." She whispered looking up into Miranda's eyes, hoping the woman would see her sincerity.
"Show me." She caught the editor's whisper. Unable to stop the megawatt smile she tugged at Miranda's trouser's and panties and was amazed when she raised her ass for them to slide down her legs. Removing them she saw the thatch of red between the legs and her eyes sparkled. She had not expected that.
Leaning forward again she blew warm air against Miranda and felt the older woman shudder at the unexpected heat. Licking her lips she looked up into Miranda's eyes as her mouth moved to capture the length of Miranda in its entirety.
She was stunned when Miranda's hands pulled her hair tie free and entangled themselves in her hair.
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At the feel of the moist warmth surrounding her cock for the first time, she could not stop her hands from moving into Andréa's hair. Untying it from its high ponytail and running her fingers firmly against her scalp before tangling her hands within its deep lusciousness and thrusting her hips as a talented tongue swirled around her.
Nothing had ever felt as amazing as Andréa's mouth on her and she knew it was only a matter of time until she exploded. Would Andréa mind if she came in her mouth or would she prefer...
The decision was almost taken away from her until the mouth extracted itself from the sensual torment it was inflicting on her. "Mm, Miranda, you taste good." Miranda's eyes widened at the words and she groaned as light fingers trailed up her column, teasingly. "I bet you'd feel even better inside me." Miranda looked into eyes darkened by desire and couldn't stop the moan of excitement at the thought of filling the young woman, of moving into her slow, fast and in either instance teasingly.
"Yes, I believe you may be right, darling." She stated haltingly, the endearment tumbling from her mouth as nimble fingers circled her opening as the other hand scratched lightly at her balls. The sensory overload she experienced at that moment was overpowering and she grew wetter and more hard. "Mm, Andréa. I am in your accomplished hands. I've never..." She almost admitted that this was the first time she had been intimate with a woman. Biting her lip she looked down to see Andréa's eyes shining with delight.
"Well, I shall have to make it memorable." Miranda was stunned at the words, the young woman had gauged her meaning without her fully voicing it. She watched as Andréa rummaged in the bag beside her, finding her wallet she pulled a condom out and sat it on the corner of the desk before smiling up at the woman. "Gimme two secs, I'll lock the door, or we could take this to the bathroom?" She shook her head at the last idea, knowing she wanted to take the brunette on her desk, to relive the fantasy that had been plaguing her thoroughly over the last few months.
Her eyes followed Andréa across the room, unable to tear them away. She smirked to see the young woman poke her head around the door. "Jessica, cancel the run through, once that is done go to Hermès and pick up Miranda's scarves, while you do that call the vet and see if Patricia is ready for pickup, if she is, take her directly to the townhouse, please call Cara first to ensure someone is there, if she isn't Patricia will appreciate a run in the park, she apparently needs the exercise." She heard the second assistant scurrying through the outer office, screeching into her cell. She smiled when the brunette closed the door and flipped the lock.
She was throbbing painfully at the thought of devouring the young woman, who seemed suddenly nervous. Gesturing for the young woman she offered a genuine smile which seemed to terrify the young woman further. "Come here, Andréa. I promise I do not bite." She whispered gently.
Her smile widened as she heard the whispered. "Shame." Her eyes devoured the young woman walking towards her, unzipping her skirt. As it slid over her hips, she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. Her imagination had not been wrong as Andréa stepped in front of her wearing a lacy black thong and garter belt from the latest La Perla collection. She was glorious.
She was stunned as Andréa straddled her thighs, she was straining desperately against the thin material of her thong, and she could feel the wetness against her. Unable to stop herself she breached the thin material covering the young woman, and swiped through the pooling wetness with two fingers, pulling them free she tasted them and her eyes closed at the sweetness.
She caught Andréa's small moan and cupped the young woman's ass. Unable to stop herself she caught her lips in a blistering kiss, unable to stop herself she jerked her hips, rubbing herself against the woman on top of her as their kisses deepened and their passion took over.
She could feel herself becoming harder. Standing she set Andréa on her feet and spun her around, pressing against her ass. "May I take you from behind? I want so much to take you over my desk." She witnessed the nod of agreement. Smirking she unfastened the clips of the garter belt and pulled it down her long legs, followed by the silky stockings, delighting at the compliance of the young woman. As the young woman stepped out of the items, she ran her hands over the firm ass before pulling her lacy thong down, leaving her in her blouse and heels. "Beautiful, she husked.
Moving Andréa's hair to one side and trailing her lips over the pale neck in front of her she bit down lightly. She was pressed firmly against the young woman and her hands were roaming under the blouse, coming up to cup the lace-clad breasts as Andréa arched into her touch as her thumbs teased the hardening nipples.
She felt the heat coming from Andréa and could not stop herself, she let the moment overwhelm her and moved her hands down over her ribs and stomach to grasp her hips. Positioning herself, so Andréa had no choice but to widen her stance, she eased Andréa forward she looked down to see her firm ass in the air as she steadied herself against the glass table.
The sight of it was erotic and unable to control herself she moved her fingers again over the young woman before easing herself slowly into the young woman, feeling the walls clenching around her, she moaned and moved slowly, adjusting to the new sensations.
Andréa moved against her, rocking her hips and impaling herself fully on her cock. One of them moaned, a deeply sensual sound, and Miranda rocked in time to the young woman's movements. In a matter of moments, she felt the walls clenching around her and she could feel herself losing control. She slammed harder into the brunette and continued to ride her into an orgasm,
Hearing Andréa's keening wail as she climaxed, she let herself go with a groan, firing hot cum into the woman under her with thrust after thrust until they both stilled, sated. Their breathing ragged.
"Miranda?" She caught the whisper as she pulled gently out of Andréa. She saw the brunette's eye's peering at her hesitantly over her shoulder. "Please tell me you used the condom." The voice was worried, and she closed her eyes.
How the hell had she been so foolish and irresponsible?
"I'm sorry." She turned away from the accusing glare that was bound to happen, the moment of pure joy destroyed by her lack of control. "I am so sorry, darling."
Warm hands appeared around her waist and a chin rested on her shoulder. She felt her heart flutter and a ray of hope appeared. "It'll be okay, Miranda. I'm sure."
"Don't leave." She whispered.
"Never." The answer made her heart soar and turning in Andréa's arms she clutched her to her chest. "I love you, Miranda. All of you."
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